I will reply to some reviews now!
To by the way - I'm sorry! (bows and grovels) I didn't mean to write that badly about A.O.A.N.Y. I love that book with a passion! I'm sorry if I hurt it whatsoever!
To FlyingFish15- Thank you for that kind review! I know...mustard colored blood was such a wonderful thing about Hook. I read it on Adventures of a Notorious Youth.
Sorry that it took so long to update. School is so darn hectic!
I dedicate this to Jen711! Yay you!
Abby yawned and stretched. This meeting of Lost Boy Council was so boring. They were all talking about how she didn't belong, she was a girl, she couldn't handle the Indians, she was a girl, and, oh yeah. She was a girl. Apparently, no girl ever stayed on Neverland very long. Wendy, Jane, neither stayed very long.
"Why bother letting her stay? She's just gonna leave!" said Rufe'o, gesturing wildly. Peter sat in the large chair, almost like a throne, and looked at him.
"Did Wendy stay? Did Jane stay? NO!" Rufe'o turned to the other boys. "We should just ship her off, she'll leave soon anyway!" Then he sat down, glaring at her. "Girls don't belong." He said it so quietly, yet it echoed through the gathering in the round room under the ground. All of the Lost Boys, about 20, looked from Rufe'o to Peter. It was so quiet...
Slightly stood, and everyone gave him their attention. "She's very brave," he began. "She beat up Smee and Noodler without trying much. She even tied them to a tree in the center of the river. That's pretty impressive." He then sat. The room buzzed with the boys chatting about it in whispers, yet there were so many of them that they seemed too loud.
"She stood up to Hook!" cried a voice from the back. All the boys parted to reveal Tootles, standing. He wasn't very tall, so they ushered him to the front of the congregation. "Slightly, Nibs and me, when we heard him, we crawled off to get you, Peter. But she stood up, and walked right up to him."
As he took his seat, there was a buzz of impressed voices in the air. Peter held up his hand. It fell silent so quickly, it was as if lightening had struck.
"Abby?" Peter turned his head towards her. "What do you say?" All of the heads whipped in her direction as one. She stood.
"I know how to take care of myself. I lived in a town where you had to be on your toes. I don't have a problem with getting dirty. I don't care about adults. The only adult I've ever cared for was my mother, then she left. I am ready to fight for my place if need be." Then she sat down.
Peter looked around at the Lost Boys. True, no girl had ever stayed. True, she was a girl. Truest of all, she stood up to Hook. He looked to Rufe'o and nodded.
Everyone saw the nod. She was in. If she could get past the three trials.
Rufe'o stood in front of Abby. They were in a green clearing near the room underground. He glared at her fiercely, and as she met his eyes, she smirked. He didn't frighten her.
"Tubby! Bring the soda!" called Peter, standing on the side-lines as a judge. Tubby brought out the soda tubs laden with ice and the rare sodas along with another Lost Boy, Pyrygus.
"The first trial...the burping contest!" cried Peter, spreading his arms and looking very official. The boys gathered around, cheering. A few whispered comments reached Abby's ears.
"...Rufe'o can't hold his soda..."
"...Tubby should be doing this..."
Peter glared at the whisperers and they fell silent. Rufe'o reached down, grabbed a soda and popped it open with one fist. He smiled triumphantly.
"Ladies first." he said mockingly. Abby gave a small bow, then paused for a few seconds.
"Urp!" A little one escaped from her lips. Rufe'o eyebrows shot up.
"This is in the bag..." he thought, taking a swig of soda, and letting loose a good one. Several boys on the side-lines shouted out numbers, obviously a scoring system. The most consistent was a five. Abby checked her nails, and let loose a better one, but still no-where as good as Rufe'o's first one. Rufe'o smirked, letting loose one just a little bit louder than his first.
"5!"
"4!"
"6!"
"5!"
Rufe'o took another swig of soda and polished his first can off. He popped open a second one, and glared at Abby. Abby giggled, then let off one just as loud as Rufe'o's first.
"5!"
"6!"
"5!"
"5!"
Rufe'o quickly took a swig and waited a few seconds. An awesome two-part rang out.
"6!"
"7!"
"6!"
"5!"
Abby clapped her hands together for a few seconds, then burped again. This time, just a little louder and grosser than Rufe'o's second. The resounding number was "6!" Rufe'o growled, then finished off his second soda. He forcefully opened a third, and Abby calmly opened her first. She noticed that he was looking a little pale. She took a small sip of soda, then let off a super two-part, longer and louder than Rufe'o's had been.
"7!"
"6!"
"8!"
"7!"
Rufe'o glares at her were softening, not out of respect, but because he felt slightly like he was drowning in his stomach. There was a tempestuous sea within him, and he was feeling the effects. The splashing of the waves made it's way up to his brow and made him sweat. The rocking found it's way to his head and made the ground spin. A pounding had taken up permanent residence in his ears. He let off a rather weak, though juicy one.
"5!"
"4!"
"4!"
"5!"
Abby gave him a look of triumph, for she saw the weakness of his limbs, the sweat drops on his brow, and the green in his brown eyes. She didn't do a thing, just waited. The summer sun beat down, causing Rufe'o even more discomfort. His sea suddenly decided to vacate it's premises. He turned so Abby could not see his moment of utter weakness, dropped to his knees and left three and a half cans of soda on the ground, to the groans of the Lost Boys.
At the exact moment of Rufe'o's disgrace, Abby ripped out a glorious three-part harmony with a crescendo! She looked around at the faces staring at her.
"Excuse me!" she said in a sing-song voice, in a I'm-not-really-using-manners-but-pretending-for-your-amusement tone. Smiles broke out.
"Bang-rang, Abby!" shouted several Lost Boys, including Pyrygus. She smiled graciously and bowed. Peter clapped, and gave her a high-five.
"Don't get a swelled head." snarled Rufe'o, getting up from the ground, wiping his mouth. "You still have to pass the next two trials. They will be harder."
"I look forward to it." she snarled back, shooting daggers back at him. A rift was starting to widen between them. She had won the respect of several Lost Boys, but she would have to earn the respect of a lot more before she could stay.
She turned away from him, scoring a huge insult by showing her back to an enemy, to Peter. She gave a slight bow.
"When is the next trial?" she asked politely as she could.
"Tomorrow." said Peter, smiling at her. " 'One trial a day, keeps the banishing at bay' That's what the new recruits say. The longer they stay in Neverland the better."
"I agree," said Abby, bowing again. "Where shall I stay tonight?"
Peter thought for a few minutes, then whistled. A fairy shot up to him, and floated in front of his face. "Can you help Abby make herself a room?" he asked her, as politely as was possible. The fairy nodded and giggled.
Abby grinned. This was actually working out pretty good.
This was a fun chappie to write! tell me what you think! Flames are accepted, but I will laugh!
